Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.